Alador Blight

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Sprawling out his barely-limbs comfortably in his monster form, Belos waited. He stepped over to the small cavern pool once again, but was disgusted with the reflection that sneered back at him. No matter how natural this monstrous state became, his image never could. Glowing eyes bulging out from slits like those across a throat covered his skin like maggots. They writhed and wriggled, almost as if they were trying to escape the horror they were attached to. He attracted sickeningly utter misery, throwing up in his mouth a little every time he remembered what he really looked like. But it was natural, wasn’t it? It was natural to the magic that caused it, the dirty, satanic magic. The essence that seeped from the sacs of these creature’s organs. He took a hot breath, the goop of his mouth having to squelch to do so. He sighed to the taste of vomit as he thought of witches, but it came out as more of a sickly growl. They were the reason he was what he became. His rage was simple, sharp, and immutable. It dripped from his heart into his bloodstream, flowing its ugly way to become the high in his head. Lowly, he hummed. He loved himself for rebelling against these creatures, for taking a stand where no one else could imagine. For taking the power he did through the cruel means he boasted. He loved himself like an alcoholic. And, with that, he smirked, with one final wet slosh of that matter he called flesh, materializing the real thing from the ashes. It was slightly painful, to transform back, to suppress the monster, but in his sick little way, he loved it.

He had little clue how long he needed to wait, and so he filled the time with trips to the human realm. The rebellion may have had his vat of Titan’s blood, but little did they know, he had a stash. When the Draining Spell had been stopped, a crack formed in the inner skull of the Titan, and oddly, it secreted blood, just as if it were alive. Belos didn’t question this, of course. And the witches had know way of knowing – not with how he’d secured his own corner of the Titan, so secluded and well-held that they rarely dared to challenge his place. During these little trips across realms, he would tease, not quite shock. He had big plans for the living grimwalker, but the end is only as good as the buildup, isn’t it? So he taunted the poor children, silently bit into their lives and harassed them just enough to frustrate. Just recently he had twisted the leg of the purple-haired one’s cat from beneath a gutter. She cried and blamed herself, and it was child’s play to the emperor. Truly, he could’ve permanently moved to the realm if he wanted to, but he found the games the rebellion liked to play to be gleeful. He appreciated the challenge, and knew he couldn’t get any worse, anyway. This was surely his rock bottom, the most hurt he could get, any harm inflicted didn’t exist to him at all. He had it quite nice, come to think of it. Maybe he had failed himself, failed his life’s goal, but all things considered he still held mountains of power above both species. And that was all he needed, wasn’t it? Power. He grinned, satisfied with his thoughts.

**

Alador casually made his way into the woods and through the branches, logs and vines, all with one single thought on his mind: Darius. He’d forgotten about everything else, frankly. Not that he was worried – he trusted the other man, he knew how great he was at survival, he just couldn’t reasonably go on with his days with Darius missing. It didn’t feel right.

After a couple hours, give or take, he came to a small clearing far in the forest behind the sleeping tents, and heard a very recognizable sigh. He slid past some foliage, the purple abomination-hair in sight. That actually wasn’t too difficult, he thought.

The man didn’t notice him. But Alador did notice what he was staring down at sitting on a log – thorned vines emerging from the dirt curled around both his wrists. Alador widened his eyes and looked back and forth, unsure of how to not startle the man.

While questioning this, he let out an inquisitive hum. Darius jumped back and turned around, looking caught in the act. The act of what, however, Alador didn’t know.

Darius: Titan, what are you doing here? Why the… w- what?

Alador adjusted the goggles on his head. They’ve been quite loose, recently. He should fix that sometime. No matter. What the hell was going on?

Alador: Uhhh….

Darius raised an eyebrow, still clearly embarrassed at being found.

Alador: Well, I came to look for you.

Darius sighed and closed his eyes, removing the vines’ grip and letting them fall to the ground, leaving bleeding stab wounds dressing his arms. He quickly smudged the blood, trying to wipe it off, with his palms. He turned his seat on the log to face Alador.

Darius: The others are concerned, I take it?

Alador: Uhhh… well, some are, but Adrian seems to have the rebellion relatively under control, actually.

Darius rolled his eyes. Hard. It hurt for a second.

Darius: And so you came to get me because…?

Alador pursed his lips. Why did he come to find Darius? Was there really a tangible reason?

He opened his mouth the speak, but all that it resulted in was a light sigh and a questioning face. Questioning his own decisions, that is.

Alador: I came to find you because… uh… you weren’t there. I mean, it seemed reasonable to me at the time, despite all… reasoning.

The ghost of a smile taunted Darius’ lips. Alador had come to find him just for the sake of it.

A moment of silence was split between the two. Alador studied Darius, from the vaguely traumatic expression his face donned to the burnt, crackled skin covering half of his face, tracing down his neck and left arm and presumably further.

Alador: You look horrible.

Darius couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Darius: [teasingly] Thanks, I missed you too.

Alador shot his eyes so far up it was comical. He was trying to suppress the… feelings… that stirred in him, when Darius said things like that.

Alador: Er, uh, what I should say is, mm, are you okay? You look really beat up, and, uh, everything.

Darius’ simple smile from laughing drifted into a much sadder one. He sharply inhaled and let out yet another sigh.

Darius: Yeah, I got beat up alright.

Darius slumped and hung his head.

Alador: Do you, um, want to talk about it? It’s just us here, we can, uh, talk.

Not quite meeting his eyes, a small smile crept up the corner of Darius’ lip. He hesitated for a moment, but then shook his head.

Darius: No, but I’d like to, y’know, have a place to sleep. Without returning to the rebellion, that is.

Alador debating responding with, “but we need you,” but ultimately decided that wasn’t how you comforted someone, even if it was true.

Alador: I see.

Darius: Have the others questioned my disappearance? Surely I can’t return silently.

Alador cringed. Truthfully, he had little an idea. All he did was track the Emperor from time to time when asked, not that he ever seemed to leave that damn cave, but otherwise Alador was living in his own world, really.

Darius raised an eyebrow.

Darius: You don’t know, I take it.

Alador opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t figure out any words to form. That was okay, though, as his clueless expression told Darius everything he needed to know.

Alador: Why’d you run?

Darius: I- I don’t want to talk abo-

Alador: No. I mean, why did you run. Instead of using your magic? You could’ve gotten way further with a couple abomination trips. Why’d you choose to go on foot?

Darius stared. He should have expected Alador to ask the strangest questions. Truthfully, he knew it was because magic taunted him, let alone his own. He couldn’t even think of touching the same material that was used to kill the Boy.

Darius just shook his head, staring. Even despite the lingering trauma, he never knew what to say to Alador. The man always asked the weirdest questions, said the most out-of-place things.

The air battered against Darius’ skin, burning the dripping cuts that now started to clot. Strangely, or perhaps not so, Alador didn’t bring up what he was just doing to himself.

He sighed.

Alador stood there awkwardly, not knowing if it was appropriate to sit right up next to Darius, considering the fallen tree he was on was the only seat around.

Alador: Uuuuumm…

Darius looked up at the man.

Darius: You can sit.

Alador nodded. He made his way through crunching leaves to sit next to Darius. Far away enough to not be uncomfortable, but close enough to not be awkward. He was quite proud of himself for doing the action so socially correct.

It would be rude to force him to talk about what had happened, Alador thought, but he also knew people found silence between two or more of them awkward.

Alador: You have to eat something.

Darius turned.

Darius: Huh?

Alador: You haven’t eaten in days, from what I’m aware, and there’s no food out here unless you’re planning to go hunt or something.

Darius steered his glance towards the ground once again. He knew he had to go back to camp, there was nowhere else to exist. Coming all the way out here was a joke, and he knew it. Why in the world did Alador come after him?

Alador: If you go back, you don’t necessarily have to fight. I’ll, I’ll explain it to the others, I’ll come up with a reason you get to stay behind. I’ll figure it all out. You just need to come back for your own wellbeing.

Darius held back a sweet smile. He blinked, and it stung a little, realizing he’d been staring blankly at the leaves.

For a moment, Darius sat in peace with the other man. Neither said a word, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was sensible. They both connected so simply in a way that didn’t need words and didn’t require action. For a little bit, all they could hear was the movement of air, breath flowing in and out of the other and light wind caressing their bodies.

Darius stood up and dusted himself off, bloody arms now fully dried, dark maroon. Alador followed.

Alador: I think I can teleport the both of us back to camp.

Darius cringed. He hated to ask for anything, but he couldn’t bear going through with abomination magic again.

Darius: Can we walk?

Alador didn’t question it.

Alador: Sure.

Walking closer to Darius, Alador instinctively let his hand gravitate towards Darius’. Darius donned a sudden look of surprise as he felt the warmth of the other man’s hand, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he embraced it, and began to walk. His heart raced a bit, holding hands with this strange man for some incomprehensible reason, but in a way, it made him calmer than he was before. Wanted, maybe.

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Eda shot up sweating in a flash. Hyperventilating and rustling the leaves beneath her.

She looked towards her sleeping sister, who was letting out light snores with every breath, and the quiet house-demon that lay curled across the ground.

She calmed her breath while an uneasiness climbed up from the pit of her stomach. She felt the claw around her heart clench twice, making her flinch, before letting go and returning to its still state. She took another breath, now bitter, and propped herself up.

Her heartbeat began to rise, and her head returned to throbbing in its pain. A look of great concern instinctively growing on her face, she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to find the Owl Beast within her.

Calm down. Breathe.

It took a while, but once Eda reached a state of momentary peace, she met eyes with the Owl Beast under a plotting, grey sky. The environment was chilling, but not cold. Grey waves flowed and crashed into each other to the left of them, Eda and the beast sat still in unfeeling sand.

‘Come here,’ she whispered in her mind to the little bird.

It followed.

The beast crawled into her lab, circling twice before settling. She placed a hand on its chest, feeling its own heart thump. Fingers caressed its calmingly soft feathers, and she felt the creature twitch in joy.

Eda smiled, then rubbed its belly again.

‘You like that, don’t you?’ she breathed.

It was such a simple, innocent being.

She turned it around in her lap so that their faces met.

‘You’re not gonna be okay, you know that?’

Waves crashed again as did the shore in her heart. Uneasy, not ready to let go.

The beast just looked at her blankly. It knew.

It turned and nuzzled its beak into the crook of Eda’s arm, chirping out a few melodic notes.

‘We might as well enjoy life while it lasts,’ it sang.

Eda sighed and let a longing smile escape onto her lips.

Something loud fuzzily scrambled itself at her. The vision became blurry, the waves became still, and the beast was no longer there.

Lilith: Edalyn!

Her eyes re-focused. She shook her head and rubbed them, the bodily pain all returning to be on par with its emotional counterpart.

Eda: Gah, Titan, Lily, that…

Eda just rolled her eyes.

How long had she been in that state? The sun was rising now, bright orange glow casting itself across every inch of the Titan. It was definitely pitch-black when she had woken up earlier.

Lilith: We’re going, no?

Oh, Titan, Hooty was up too.

Hooty: YEAH, EDA, WE’RE GOING TODAY! REMEMBER?

That damn screech, as if her headache couldn’t get any worse.

Eda: Yes, Hooty, I remember. I just…

Lilith turned around from stuffing her backpack and looked at Eda with inquisitive eyes.

Lilith: You just…?

Lilith’s stare grew, and she grew impatient.

Lilith: …Doooon’t want to go? Is that it, Edalyn?

Eda sighed.

Eda: It is. I don’t.

Lilith rolled her eyes and spun around to sit on the log on the other side of the campfire. Eda begrudgingly sat on the log across from her.

Lilith: What’s all this now? You were the one who was so invested in taking down the Emperor and stopping all our lives to do so.

Eda sucked in a sharp breath.

Eda: I know, I just… he just…

Lilith’s annoyance morphed into careful concern.

Lilith: Did he… did he do something to you, Eda?

Eda bit her lip. Her eyes told Lilith all she needed to know.

Lilith rushed around and held Eda’s hand in her own.

Lilith: Why didn’t you tell me this?

Eda: Because, he- he didn’t. It’s just what he almost did. [shakily] What he could do. What he wants to. What he will.

Tears teased the back of Eda’s eyes.

Lilith: Edalyn, you know I care about you. If you can’t go back, we won’t.

Eda: It’s not that, I have- I want to go back.

She lied.

Eda: I just… if I’m going to do anything, I want it to be around the people I love. You can’t leave me again.

Lilith fell to her knees, teary-eyed herself.

Lilith: I’m so sorry, I never meant it like that. I didn’t even consider the impact I’d have on you, I… I thought I was alone in my pain.

Eda gently squeezed her sister’s hand.

Eda: I know. But you’re not, and you never will be.

She drew back her arm to cup Lilith’s face.

Eda: With this spell declared, let the pain be shared.

A brief moment of silence spread across them.

Lilith blinked away her tears, slowly standing up and dusting off her tattered dress.

Lilith: We should get going. But if at any point you want to turn back, just tell me.

Eda smiled beyond her pain.

***

Making his way to his friend’s tent, Alador almost tripped when his goggles fell down in his face. Readjusting them with one hand, tray in the other, he finally reached the place. It was inconveniently far from the main camp. Strange.

Alador: Darius! I knew you don’t like soup, so I brought a sand-

He narrowed his eyes and scanned the empty room.

Alador: Well, huh. You’re not here.

He placed the tray down and checked the ground for footprints, but all he found were his own to the tent. The wind had rustled the leaves and the ground enough since either of them had been there. That means Darius hadn’t just left, which means he would be further on if he’d travelled, meaning he would be harder to find.

Alador sighed.

He stood still for a moment. Go back to the war tent, or look for Darius? He questioned. Help the rebellion… or find Darius? Truly inquisitive.

Alador: Hhmmm…

He raised his eyebrows and looked up.

…Darius, he mentally spoke his decision and definitely did not blush at the thought.

***

By the time Eda, Lilith and Hooty reached camp, the evening was upon them.

Eda: Titan, Lily, you brought us far.

Lilith lazily chuckled in response, too fixated on their destination.

Lilith: …Wow.

She was wide-eyed, Eda saw as she stepped in front. Eda laughed.

Eda: These are just the sleeping tents, not even the establishment. You’re that far removed from society?

Lilith chuckled again.

Lilith: I guess so.

Hooty slowly crept his neck around Lilith’s back to see the same sight. He was unimpressed, given he didn’t scream about it.

Eda: You wanna get some food? Check out the war room, maybe?

Lilith: E-Eda, are you sure you’re okay with this?

She pulled both of Lilith’s hands into her one. She looked directly in her eyes.

Eda: I’m sure.

Eda reassuringly nodded. She wasn’t, but what did her feelings matter at this point? They had to get somewhere.

At last, they made their way to the main camp. Stepping inside the kitchen tent, Eda immediately rushed to the keg in the corner.

Eda: UGH, I’ve missed this stuff.

Returning to Lilith with a cup overflowing with Apple Blood, she noticed the couple of stares she was getting from within the place.

Eda: What?

She mockingly shook her head at them, wide-eyed. They all awkwardly turned back to their own conversations.

Eda: That’s what I thought.

Looking down, Lilith giggled.

Lilith: I’ve missed your antics.

Eda shot her a smile.

Lilith crept around the place uneasily, that was, until she found tiny sandwiches. She raised her eyebrows and slowly brought one to her mouth, shoving in several afterwards.

Eda laughed.

Lilith: What?

Lilith shook her head just like Eda had.

Lilith: I’ve missed real food.

She laughed.

Eda playfully sighed.

I don’t know why I ever left, Lilith thought.

***

Her last thought immediately fell to nothing as she was reminded exactly why. Stepping in to the war tent with her sister, she caught a coven head speaking just the words she didn’t need to hear:

Adrian: We’ve lost a lot of our loved ones and our own in this war, not to mention those currently suffering as a result of it.

She was killing her sister.

Her hand drifted away from Eda’s. Eda turned.

Eda: [whisper] You okay?

Lilith: Yeah, yeah.

She lied.

Her heart crept up to her throat and it burned like acid. But she didn’t want to let Eda know, because that would probably result in a continuation of the very cycle they were just stuck in.

Adrian suddenly caught glance of the two sisters – and Hooty – in the very back of the room by the entrance.

Adrian: Oh, Owl Lady! You’re back!

He started pushing his way through the crowd to get to her. He smiled at Eda, which made her a little nauseous, but she awkwardly smiled back nonetheless.

Adrian: While we will be primarily using illusions to take down the Emperor,

He swiftly grabbed Eda’s hand and raised her arm.

Adrian: This is a very big one of our assets.

Eda: Uh, Aid, I’m not so sure about th-

Adrian: Why ever not!?

She lowered her voice to a whisper and pulled away her arm.

Eda: I’m dying… I can’t really… transform anymore.

Adrian’s expression morphed from one of confidence to one of cringe. He nodded, then turned back to the listening crowd.

Adrian: Nevermind, then. I still have faith we can do this.

He made his way back up to the front.

Adrian: But – and, ugh, I hate to say this – we’re going to need all magic and everyone we can get. So tell your local tentmate to join the fight and end this fear once and for all. We’ll meet here again in three days time, high noon. Got it?

He was sure full of himself, that was for one. But Eda… she almost started to trust his words?

All the meanwhile, Lilith’s heart raced laps in her throat, so dizzy she could barely stand. She was sweating and starting to hyperventilate, and Eda noticed.

Still at a whisper, Eda caught her terrified eyes. Lilith was panicking, bad.

Eda: Lily, do you want to go to your tent? Come on, we don’t have to be here.

Her sister said nothing, so she dragged her outside and looked her in the eyes.

Eda: Lily, talk to me.

Lilith: A- actually, can- can I sleep in yours? Instead?

Eda: Oh, thank Titan, of course you can.

She smiled to her poor sister, then let out a rough exhale. She guided Lilith to her tent.

As they entered Eda’s tent, Lilith had since begun to calm down.

Eda: Oh, sorry, there’s only one bed. I’ll sleep on the floor, you can-

Lilith promptly plopped down on the bed and looked up at her sister with tired eyes. She was out of her panic now.

Lilith: Look, why don’t you go find Raine? I’ll be okay, I might just… fall asl..

She started to droop down. Eda felt sharp nails clutch at her heart.

Eda: DON’T-

Lilith flinched and opened her eyes again. Eda breathed.

Eda: Don’t talk to me about Raine, please.

Lilith sleepily nodded. Eda briefly closed her eyes to take a calming breath, and when she opened them Lily was fully asleep on her back. That was quick, she almost giggled.

With a sigh, Eda looked through her chest of possessions to find something suitable to sleep on. It wasn’t very late, but, honestly, the walking was a lot for a woman in her state. She scrounged up some dresses and laid them down to make a little mattress. Certainly more comfortable than the forest ground. Letting sleep consume her, she briefly met eyes with the Owl Beast before she completely fell into a non-conscious state. For just a little while, she was at peace, temporary as it may be.

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Darius woke up in his cot, and the only one who knew anything had even happened was himself. He faultily sat himself up, ill, and his head throbbed in pain. He groaned.

Eyes closed as he rubbed his face across his calloused hands, he heard a step, which briefly reminded him of the previous event. Not as if he could get any more apathetic, his body couldn’t react.

He hung his head back and carelessly blinked away a couple tears. Then he realized Alador was standing right in front of his bed.

Darius: TITAN-

He sighed. The man was staring at him holding a tray full of… slop?

Alador placed the tray down carefully onto Darius’ lap.

Alador: I brought you some soup.

How upfront the man was.

Darius stared at the so-called “soup”. He looked up into Alador’s eyes

Darius: It’s purple.

Alador didn’t respond, only stared in his eyes for a couple seconds before shaking his head and turning away. Darius could’ve sworn he saw the hint of a blush across the pale man’s freckles.

Alador: It’s… soup. Eat up.

Alador sighed and sat on the edge of the cot to Darius’ dismay.

Alador: Do you want to talk about it, Darius? It’s been days, and you’re just sitting here. The man I knew would’ve been in the war room elucidating a new plan to take down the emperor. You know, all adventurous and bold and… uh, all of the adjectives.

Darius’ muscles tensed, as did his lungs. He looked away, but he felt Alador’s glance pull him back in. The other man looked… loving. Sympathetic.

Alador: Come on, get up. I know you can do it.

I know you can do it.

For the first time yet, Darius’ breath felt still.

He slid the tray to the bedside and dragged his legs across the cot. He got up. Such a crudely simple action it was.

Closing his eyes, he threaded his hands back through his hair and took another smooth breath. He felt Alador smile without even seeing him. Alador let out a still breath too.

For a moment, it was serene. Despite it all, despite all the angst and self-hate. It was the eye of a hurricane.

…

Alador held out his hand to which Darius raised his eyebrows before hesitantly taking it.

Alador: Let’s go explain to the others, okay?

And once again, his heart dropped to his stomach.

She couldn’t catch her breath. Lungs dry, legs weak, she sprinted her way through the forest, mindlessly trudging through thorned bushes covering her in scratches. She ran, just like Lilith did. Whether it was to find her or to just get away, Eda didn’t know.

When her breath finally caught up to her, she let out a merciless sob. She placed her hands on her knees, soon falling to them in the leaves.

When the Owl Beast told her it was dying, she didn’t think she’d have this long. She thought her last moments would come quick, and be good. She thought Raine and her sister would be alongside her. The only people left she loved. But here she was, alone, running away from the only humanity she knew of. How did it go so wrong?

All felt bleak, until suddenly she heard a distant screech. Her ears perked up. Titan, she knew that voice. That horrible, annoying voice. Hooty was nearby.

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